[Orym frowns, turning to the man who seems to have come seemingly from nowhere. The hand on his forearm is reassuring somehow, and does stop him from moving to approach the elf.]
I don't exactly remember signing up for any of this. Where are our friends? What's going?
[The elf only continues smiling.]
'Your friends are quite all right. The prophecy chose only the two of you.'
[The halfling frowns.]
Right, I think this is probably some mistake, we aren't here to fulfill a prophecy.
[A faint shake of the elf's head.]
'I'm afraid you do not have a choice. The prophecy has already chosen you, and the only way to escape it is to fulfill it.' [The elf lifts a hand to his own neck to draw Dorian and Orym's attention to theirs.] 'The goddess has claimed you as hers. If you do not fulfill the prophecy, the collars she has gifted you will steal the breath from your lungs.'
[Orym's eyes dropped to focus on the thin gold band around Dorian's neck even as he lifted a hand to feel his own. There was no space between the metal and his neck, as if it had somehow been painted on to his skin rather than placed around his neck.]
...what's the prophecy?
[The elf brightens at the question, explaining eagerly.]
'The prophecy states that two people whose hearts and souls are meant to be one, but who have not yet fully found one another, will come to this place. They will bless this temple with the union of their bodies and their souls. And once the goddess is satisfied, the collars that are the marks of her claiming will fall away. It may take some time. So we have prepared food and drink for you enough for days.'
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Date: 2023-07-01 07:37 am (UTC)I don't exactly remember signing up for any of this. Where are our friends? What's going?
[The elf only continues smiling.]
'Your friends are quite all right. The prophecy chose only the two of you.'
[The halfling frowns.]
Right, I think this is probably some mistake, we aren't here to fulfill a prophecy.
[A faint shake of the elf's head.]
'I'm afraid you do not have a choice. The prophecy has already chosen you, and the only way to escape it is to fulfill it.' [The elf lifts a hand to his own neck to draw Dorian and Orym's attention to theirs.] 'The goddess has claimed you as hers. If you do not fulfill the prophecy, the collars she has gifted you will steal the breath from your lungs.'
[Orym's eyes dropped to focus on the thin gold band around Dorian's neck even as he lifted a hand to feel his own. There was no space between the metal and his neck, as if it had somehow been painted on to his skin rather than placed around his neck.]
...what's the prophecy?
[The elf brightens at the question, explaining eagerly.]
'The prophecy states that two people whose hearts and souls are meant to be one, but who have not yet fully found one another, will come to this place. They will bless this temple with the union of their bodies and their souls. And once the goddess is satisfied, the collars that are the marks of her claiming will fall away. It may take some time. So we have prepared food and drink for you enough for days.'